Cya

Yeah, when Washu says something is going to be "nice and enjoyable" I wouldn't pass out; I'd be worried. XD

Now the fun is really about to begin. Don't be afraid to slow it down and flesh out each scene.

That's a really good point. Now I'm really curious to see what you've got in store for them.

The fact that it's "upgraded" makes me wonder if the A.I. has been acting on its own. If so, this has great potential to really backfire on Bulma.

And I thought you had my full, undivided attention before... xD The one tricky thing about writing classic gadgets in a setting like DBZ is just how high tech everything is in their world. They have flying cars and the ability to transport anything in the palm of their hand. That's why I did have some trouble with writing that one Bulma story where she goes through the conveyor belt. I wanted it to be just like that Looney Toons episode entitled"Baby Bottleneck", but I had to modernize things a bit. Don't be afraid to mix things up and make futuristic versions of what captured our imaginations. Keep up the good work!

Now that's ingenious. I normally don't say this often but I hope you don't spare any details in the next few chapters. I was a bit confused at first and a bit of extra details or just a sentence or two explaining what was happening to Ayeka would have been perfect. I can't wait to see what you're going to put these lovely ladies through next.

I gotta ask... what was in those bottles? XD

And it begins... since this is a "daycare" I'd imagine it would have activities for every age range, right? So, baby gyms for the youngest to baby walkers for slightly more advanced to toys and even a playground for the toddlers, correct? If not, then I'm interested to see how the "daycare" will keep these two big babies entertained. ?

This was actually a commissioned story that was supposed to be "A Little Scientist comes to the mainland and is tricked into conducting a bizarre experiment" which I greatly expanded. The client wanted this ending and, even though I really fleshed out the characters this is where things ended. Also, while Caroline is fampus and regarded as the leading voice on Amazonian fertility, no one knows she's a Little. Her friends and family would never expose her secret identity and its tough to say if even the Pannoian government knows that she's a Little. That said, i have set things up perfectly for a sequal. Also, I'm actually really happy to hear that you weren't pleased with the ending. What that means to me is that I developed a cast of characters that people connected with and that means I've reached a new level in my writing career. Well, the Diaper Dimension is a very unfair and dark place so this had to have been expected by you on some level... Ultimately I'm considering writing a sequel because I really did take my time to give each person in this story their own unique personality and back stories so you never know if this is truly the "end" if you know what I mean. No need to apologize. The fact that I had you so engaged is a sign I'm becoming a better writer which is my goal whenever I write something like this. However, this was a commission and the client wanted a dark ending which is why this ended where it did. I would like to write a sequel since I really developed these characters. Plus. So many people were let down by this conclusion which only makes me want to continue the story. I think the only thing which would have made it better is if Dr. Devereux ended up in one of those medical diapers for women after they give birth. The Diaper Dimension is heavily stacked against our protagonists which is probably why the client wanted this type of ending. However, who says this is the end of Caroline's story? There may be a sequel in the future. _________ I'd love to hear from anyone else who read already through this story. Your feedback helps me out immensely!

I literally pictured incubators when I read that especially when the Dean said they were going to sleep in the same room. It literally sounds like a maternity ward. XD

And here's the final part. I hope you've enjoyed the ride. If you did, I'd love to hear what you thought of the story in its entirety. ------ It could've been hours or even days later when Caroline regained consciousness and found herself tightly swaddled inside of the incubator. Unlike every other time she had awakened in this horrible situation, Caroline wasn't confused about her surroundings or her newfound status as a newborn. She wasn't happy about it where she was or how she was dressed, but at least she wasn't having trouble differentiating between whether her current waking moments were reality or some fucked up fantasy like the very first time she had awoken in this hell. Taking a moment to tune out the ever present symphony of sobbing and sniffling infants surrounding her plastic dome, she reflected on how her previous plan of trying to communicate with the Amazons had failed. It wasn't that she hadn't done everything she could; she literally exhausted herself trying to get through to the nurse that she was an adult. The real issue was that everything she did came across as babyish. If she attempted to talk it sounded like an innocent baby babbling nonsense. When she tried to get their attention through physical means it looked like her brand new body was acting exactly like any other newborn baby. If she tried to fight back it just confirmed what the Amazon's thought they were seeing; a fussy newborn who missed her mother. That last thought made Caroline grow anxious as her fear of being abandoned and put up for adoption in a foreign country rapidly rose to the surface of her mind. For the first time in her life Caroline actually needed an Amazon's help. If the demented doctor upheld her word, things would go back to normal after a few months of physical therapy with the worst side effect being the loss of her continence. That being said, it looked increasingly likely that Dr. Devereux had no intention of keeping her word and she would be stuck in diapers for the foreseeable future. With that terrible thought in mind the real question was whether or not she would throw Caroline away or keep her as some kind of bizarre trophy. Caroline laid there as her mind started to wander back to the work that Matilda Devereux had been doing. It seemed painfully obvious that the woman had proven her theory of unbirth, but would it actually jump start an infertile Amazon's womb like the woman had claimed all those months ago? The swaddled woman could only assume that it was possible since such things were beyond her realm of expertise. She dealt with genetic markers, diets and helping Amazons who wanted to get pregnant do so through normal and natural means. Sticking a fully grown Little into an Amazon and hoping that it would magically awaken the reproduction functions of a woman's body sounded like the plot of a horrifying science fiction movie. Then again, if Matilda could actually conceive after this unethical event then it would prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that her methods actually worked. 'Oh, God. If she decides to keep me then I would literally be her first born child's "little" sister.' Just the thought made Caroline visibly shiver. A shadow fell over her incubator as Caroline noticed the unfamiliar face of another nurse. Even though she didn't recognize this woman, she still expected the nurse to give her another bottle and put her back to sleep, but the giant didn't have a bottle in her hand. Caroline squinted through the plastic separating herself from the maternity ward and saw what looked like a white gown draped over the nurse's forearm. 'Oh fuck me!' Caroline scowled as she recognized the garment that looked like it was meant for orphans of the state. Her petulant frown went unnoticed by the nurse who punched in a numerical password and opened the lid of the incubator. The cooler air of the maternity ward kissed Caroline's face, making her realize just how bundled up she was. She could only lay there in her cocoon made of fabric, waiting for the nurse to make her move which Caroline assumed would be a diaper check followed by another diaper change before she was dressed and transferred to her new home for who knows how many years. At least she was going to get a diaper change before being moved. It felt like she had wet herself in her sleep since her diaper had become massively swollen underneath the bundle of blankets wrapped around her body since her last change. With a practiced hand, the nurse peeled back the layers of thick terry cloth, peeling them back much like one would peel the outer layers of an onion until Caroline was freed from her swaddle. The first thing Caroline did was gaze down past her flat chest until she saw her thick diaper which definitely looked like it was wet. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a plastic square dangling from her ankle attached by a tiny cuff. It looked like it listed her physical attributes, but it was in a strange writing that Caroline couldn't decipher. Before Caroline could figure out where her name was on the anklet, the giant woman's forearm blocked her view as the nurse reached for her diaper. A large finger brushed against her bald crotch which caused Caroline to clumsily pull her uncoordinated body away from the digit that was searching for moisture. The check only lasted for a few more seconds until the nurse withdrew her index finger from Caroline's disposable underwear. "Nureta." The giant nurse smiled as she spoke. It didn't take a degree in linguistics for Caroline to figure out that the nurse had deemed her diaper wet enough to change. The soggy padding cradling her bottom was proof enough of that, but having the nurse confirm that she was wet made Caroline feel even worse than before. 'Great, I'm becoming a bedwetter.' The new nurse grabbed Caroline by her ankles and was about to start changing her diaper when a familiar face appeared beside her. Caroline immediately recognized the woman as the nurse who had been taking care of her up until this point. Despite not knowing either woman Caroline felt her face grow hot as she realized that she was going to have an audience watching her get her diaper changed. "Kanojo o hahaoya ni tsureteiku." Once again, Caroline didn't exactly know what was being said, but it sounded like the woman who had put her through hell before her nap had given the new nurse an order. The nurse who was seconds away from ripping the tapes off of Caroline's bloated diaper looked over at the nurse with a raised eyebrow. "Kanojo wa omutsu kōkan ga hitsuyōdesu!" "Sore wa matsu koto ga dekimasu." "Kanojo wa hosshin ga arimasu!" An irritated response came from the woman holding her by her chubby legs. "Hakase Devereux ga matteimasu." The original nurse from earlier replied, seemingly ending the debate. Caroline recognized one of the words! It sounded like the woman who had wiped her butt earlier had said 'Devereux!' But what did that mean? Was Matilda still in the hospital? If she was still in the building did that mean she was going to take her out of this horrible place?! The next thing Caroline knew the woman who had been left in charge of her was sliding the small white gown she had brought over her head and down her body, covering her almost nonexistent chest and stomach. Much to Caroline's surprise, the gown actutally ended just above her knees and fully covered her diaper. The Little barely got a moment to truly appreciate this added measure of modesty before she was scooped up and carried across the maternity ward. It all happened so fast, like the woman in pink was in a hurry to take her somewhere. They walked through a door that Caroline didn't even know was on the other side of the maternity ward which exited into a long corridor. Caroline looked around in awe at the large medical devices that sat randomly along the walls as they traveled deeper into the building. Her journey was short lived as the nurse carrying her finished traversing the entire length of the hallway until they came to a door which the giantess holding her easily opened. "There's my little baby!" A familiar voice called out to Caroline. Caroline spotted Dr. Devereux sitting on the side of her bed, looking like she was ready to leave felt the hospital. Before she could open her mouth she felt the nurse resume walking until they were right next to Matilda Devereux's bed. The nurse handed her over to larger woman who accepted her with a grin. Caroline found herself face to face with the woman who had carried her like a baby for who knew how many months. "Pwease tell me wer leavin dis pwace." A blush spread across Caroline face as she internally cringed at how babyish her voice sounded. "Yes, but first I need to relieve the pressure in my breasts." Matilda replied, adjusting Caroline until she rested in the crook of her left arm. The giant proceeded to start unbuttoning her blouse with her right hand until a white maternity bra popped out. Caroline gasped upon seeing the woman's big breasts spill out of her blouse, literally inches away from her face. She stared at them in a mixture of dumbfounded awe and apprehension as wet spots started to form on Matilda's maternity bra. Caroline felt a growing sense of dread building up inside of her as the giant unclipped the flaps on her maternity bra, unleashing her erect nipples dripping with milk; she really expected her to drink from her breasts! "Wyat!" Caroline exclaimed with her babyish speech impediment. "I neva sad I'd drink from dose!" "I'm your mommy now, baby." Matilda cooed, bringing her arm inwards, pushing Caroline's head closer to her exposed nipple beading with milk. Caroline tried to pull her head away from the massive breast, but Matilda was just so much stronger and bigger than her. It literally was no different than a mother trying to breastfeed her fussy baby. No matter how much she squirmed she couldn't stop the inevitable from happening. Her lips came into contact with the milk dripping from Matilda's teat and a tiny droplet entered her mouth. The moment the milk entered her mouth Caroline felt an overwhelming urge to latch on and suck until she was full. The moment her baby's lips touched her nipple, Matilda felt a surge of pleasure run up her spine. An unfamiliar tug soon followed until her new daughter's mouth worked itself into a steady rhythm. Matilda couldn't keep herself from moaning as the Little Geneticist nested against her breast started to properly fed from her tit just like a baby. This was everything she had ever wanted and then some! Not only did she remove a highly intelligent rival from the field of fertility and genetic research, but she did it while simultaneously reducing the well respected woman to nothing more than a pamper pooping, breastfeeding infant! The best part wasn't taking down an adversary; it was gaining a daughter! Matilda Devereux gazed down at the Little lady in her arms who was happily sucking on her breasts. She had been taking the pills for roughly nine months now while carrying her and there were definitely times that she wondered if it was going to be worth it. The back pain from carrying Caroline around had been excruciating and the extra weight her breasts had gained didn't help. Between those ailments and the occasional bout of morning sickness, Matilda had actually considered getting an abortion. However, seeing that content little face suckling at her breast was worth every moment of pain she had endured to get to this point. Matilda looked up from her newly born adult baby and made eye contact with her doctor."Thank you for not telling the nurses in the maternity ward that she was really a Little and not an Amazon newborn. I wanted her to have the most authentic experience possible." "They're used to Littles occasionally winding up in the maternity ward, but we always treat them the same as the newborns. After all, they all came out of their mothers the same way." The women in the room shared a laugh as Caroline continue feeding from her new mother's breast. Caroline felt that the nipple had left her mouth, but her little lips still smacked together sucking in air. She found herself looking up at her new mother, slightly confused by the lack of milk until she was placed over Matilda's shoulder. Even in her milk induced haze, she figured out that the Amazon was going to burp her. This assumption was proven correct as the nurse who carried her in placed a cloth over Matilda's shoulder. Gentle, but steady patting caused a bubble of pressure to rise from her gut until she actually spat up some milk just like a baby! “That's my good girl." Caroline heard Matilda praising her before she was lowered back to the woman's chest and resumed feeding. They sat there for roughly ten more minutes as the Amazons in the room talked about all sorts of things that Caroline really couldn't care about. She was far too focused on listening to Matilda's heartbeat as she fed; it was so calming and felt oddly familiar to her as her suckling mouth began to slow down. She could feel herself growing more relaxed as her Matilda's milk filled her stomach. Her eyelids became heavy as she tried to keep them open. Part of her wanted to go back to sleep, but she knew that she couldn't rest until she knew what Dr. Devereux had planned for her. "I think it's time I introduce my new daughter to her grandmother. Can you bring me my baby carrier?" Matilda pulled Caroline away from her breast and waited a moment for the young nurse to bring her the rear facing carseat that she had purchased for Caroline. She heard the woman's voice say something about meeting her grandmother. It was such a calming tone and told her exactly what was going to happen next. In the back of her mind Caroline knew this was all wrong, but the milk was making her drowsy and clouding her judgment. "Time for your nap." Miltada coed as she lowered Caroline into the rear facing baby carrier. Caroline looked up at her new mother as she was placed into an Amazin sized baby carrier. Before she could even process what she was laying in, Matilda had bent over her and was buckling her into the carrier. Caroline could feel the straps going in between her legs, pressing against the front of her disposable diaper while the other straps went across her chest and shoulders. All the straps went into the plastic locking mechanism that rest on her slightly chubby tummy. With her baby securely fastened into her baby carrier, Matilda grabbed the handle, lifting Caroline up off of the ground and started carrying the former professional towards her new life as her newborn baby. The End… If you enjoyed the story, and would like to give me a donation to show your appreciation, then follow the link below. 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A very simple introduction, but one that can and hopefully will lead to plenty of interestong situations. I'm assuming that this will be more about fun and less about boxing gloves?

I like how you incorporated the youth machine into this. You didn't age regress them (which would have been impossible with a few boxing gloves), but you definitely knocked Ayeka down a few notches mentally. She literally can only babble and cry like the youngest of babies! LOL Speaking of making them look and act younger, the bald heads and little tuft of hair is a nice touch which is rarely done. The only suggestion I have would've been to spray shaving cream on their heads and take off the stubble with an old fashioned straight razor, but I'll just assume that their bald with a little strand of hair growing on the top of their forehead. I guess all that I have left to say is where does it go from here?

Sorry for the delay. I must've forgotten to update due to how hectic things have been in my life. I'm working another job to make ends meet. $7 gas... Comment if you're still enjoying the story! ------- Caroline awoke in a tumultuous sea of chaos; babies were wailing all around her and she couldn't even move an inch or open her eyes. It seemed like she was living out some kind of philosophical nightmare where she finally had children to take care of but was unable to get out of bed to feed them. It took her a moment to get her goop covered eyes open, but when she finally did she looked down at herself pand couldn't believe what she saw; she was wearing an enormous diaper and nothing else! "Wer ar mai cwothes?" Caroline asked before closing her mouth in shock upon hearing her voice. Suddenly, everything returned to her like an avalanche consuming an alpine village nestled in between two peaks; Caroline Miller, Geneticist and author of numerous Fertility studies, was still laying inside of an Amazonian incubator, trapped within the walls of a maternity ward, topless save for her oversized diaper and treated just like another newborn by the nursing staff. It was like she was reliving the nightmare all over again. She couldn't help but wonder if the stress of being cooped up inside of that demented doctor was starting to catch up with her and play tricks with her perception of time. Every time she woke up it took a moment for the disorientation from being born again and placed in the maternity ward to wear off. She started to trace the events from her pseudo birth leading up to her awakening once more in the incubator and it immediately occurred to her that there must've been something in the bottle of milk she had been made to begrudgingly drink. It probably had a sedative in it which would explain why she was falling asleep so easily, but this thought only served to reinforce her earlier suspicions that the nurses knew she was a Little but treated her just like she was another newborn. This line of reasoning also brought up a fact that she was trying not to acknowledge; she literally was now dependent upon the nurses for everything. Just thinking about how helpless and powerless she was made her want to cry, but she clenched her eyes shut, not wanting to give the Amazons any reason to bother her by crying. An unexpected spasm in her gut startled the young woman, pulling her focus away from her current lamenting about her new status in this world and shifting it to her rumbling stomach which was starting to hurt. 'Oh, great. I need to go to the bathroom!' Her face scrunched up as another tremor rocked her stomach, causing it to gurgle and throb. An immense pain washed over her midsection as her bottom clenched tight. She still had some control over her body, but after so many months of disuse, she knew it wouldn't be long before her bottom erupted into the seat of her oversized pampers. Despite the obvious language barrier between her and the nurses, the fact she was seen as a newborn by them and her weak and uncoordinated limbs, Caroline clung blindly to some kind of false hope that she could prevent the inevitable by getting their attention. If she could find a way to communicate her needs to the nurses then maybe she would be taken to a bathroom. At this point she would happily accept being held over an Amazon sized toilet to go poop into it; anything was better than pooping her pants! Resolute in her plan, Caroline lifted up her heavy arms and slapped her limp, uncoordinated hands against the dome of her infantile enclosure, hoping and praying that she was hitting it with enough force to summon a nurse. A few moments passed by without anyone noticing her so she lifted up her trembling legs and tried kicking up into the air. All of this spastic movement of her arms and legs did was seemingly increase the urgency in her bowels as her pathetic attempts for attention went ignored by the hospital staff in the maternity ward. "I- ahh, neehh baff woom." Caroline cried out before cringing at the pitch of her voice. It sounded so infantile and was an absolute pathetic excuse for language which she fought her oversized tongue to produce. Caroline continued to desperately cry out in butchered Albanese as she could feel an impossible pressure working its way down her digestive tract. She knew that she couldn't win the war against her body, but that didn't mean she was going to just give up and poop her pampers without a fight! A muffled fart breached her clenched hole, signaling to Caroline that the unthinkable was imminent, but she would not relent. With each passing second bringing her closer to despair, she kept calling out for anyone within range to listen to her as her insides ached and fought to expel what had been trapped within her body for who knows how long. Tears started to form in her eyes as another eruption of gas forced a slight squirt of poop into the seat of her diaper. "Nuuu!" Caroline gasped and bit down on her teeth, grateful that they were still in her mouth as she redoubled her efforts. A trickle of sweat ran down her backside as the diaper grew humid from the physical exertion of squeezing her butt cheeks together for so long. Time passed slowly as her body grew weaker and weaker before finally giving in to its most basic need. She groaned and relaxed her bottom, allowing her tired muscles to push out another stream of mush which joined what she had already released before. Caroline's mouth hung open as she pushed this mostly liquid mess into her disposable. Drool trickled down her little chin unnoticed due to the sheer amount of relief she felt from being able to rid her body of the painful gunk. It was an unimaginable sensation which left her feeling both extremely exhausted and satisfied after her ordeal. Still, the relief she felt only lasted a few seconds before the stench of what she had just deposited into her diaper replaced her solace with disgust; the putrid smell seeped out from both the front and back of her diaper as it started to waft all around her. Caroline tried to cover her nose, but her fingers weren't working properly. She was literally forced to bask in her own stink as this horrible odor hung in the air, trapped inside of the Amazonian sized baby incubator. Things went from bad to worse as the warm mess in her diaper that seemed to encompass her entire bottom and crotch was starting to irritate her sensitive skin. Try as she might, she couldn't pull her away from the wet lump in her pampers nor could she find a way to get comfortable due to weakened muscles. All she could do was lay in her mess as the gravity of the situation hit her; she had shat herself! No, she didn't just shit herself; she had pooped her pampers! The tears that had trickled down her face during her bowel movement returned with full force, spilling down her cheeks like an undammed river as her balled up fists uselessly rocked back and forth at her sides. With nothing holding her back, the Little Geneticist released a sorrowful wail which rocked her to her very core. Her chest quakes as the sound of her pathetic cries filled her ears. It could've been a minute or an hour, Caroline didn't know how long her sobs of sadness but she finally drew the attention of a young nurse who appeared overhead. The woman in white typed in the code on the panel beneath the plastic partition which opened up the lid of the incubator. "Kanojo wa manande imasu." The young nurse smiled as she bent over and slipped her index finger past the diaper's leak guard. "Watashi wa ima anata no omutsu o kaenakereba narimasen." Caroline couldn't understand what the young Amazon was saying nor did she really care. She was a wreck and wanted nothing more than to be changed out of this disgusting diaper and be allowed to go back to sleep. With a big grin, the huge woman in pink scooped Caroline into her arms and carried her towards the back of the maternity ward. The Little Geneticist could feel the wings of the diaper slightly pull down on her hips as the sagging diaper left the surface of the incubator's mattress. It must've been more wet than she imagined it was. Did she wet herself in her sleep? She would never know for sure, but she was painfully aware of the soft poo that she could feel between her legs, due to the nurse gently bouncing her cupped hand against her bottom. Was she intentionally trying to smear the mess around? She could've been trying to calm her down, Caroline figured, but it also had the side effect of making an already messy diaper even messier. At this point Caroline was past the point of caring. 'Let her make more work for herself. I'm about to get changed into a clean diaper so who cares?' Normally Caroline would've chastised herself for wishing to be put into another diaper, but these were extenuating circumstances. The Little noticed that the gentle bouncing came to an end as the young nurse stopped. She felt herself being lowered down onto a table covered in parchment paper which only served to confuse her. It wasn't like she had given it much thought as to why she was being carried away from her incubator for a diaper change because she wanted to get cleaned up, but the memory of watching one of the other nurses change the newborn boy in the incubator came flooding back to her; they changed the newborns in their incubators! 'Why am I on this table if they could've changed me in my incubator?!' Caroline was going to get an answer to her question but first she had to get her diaper changed. A series of unintelligible coos came from the nurse who was probably closer to Caroline's age then she cared to admit as the woman ripped each tape open before pulling it open. A putrid stench permeated the air, causing Caroline to blush while the nurse started fanning her hand around her nose. Caroline's rosy red cheeks quickly turned into a look of shock as the unbridled smell reached her own nostrils; it was enough to make her gag! "Huwwy up an chang meh!" Caroline demanded. "Sore wa sono yō na chīsana on'nanoko ni totte ōkina akushūdesu." Caroline heard the nurse say something in that mysterious language and then she felt the woman grab her by her ankles and lift her bottom off of the dirty diaper. All this did was cause the semi liquid mess covering her plump bottom to shift between her legs, giving it the opportunity to dribble down her bottom. Caroline felt her eyes begin to water and wished the damn woman would start wiping her ass and get her cleaned up already; she felt filthy! An incredibly cold sensation caused poor Caroline to jerk away from the nurse's right hand as the young woman started wiping her bottom. The Little Geneticist tried to block out what was happening down there but that wasn't exactly easy to do. She could feel the woman's large hand maneuvering the wipe over every inch of her privates as the giant worked the wipe into every crevice she could find. It made Caroline start to cry as she realized that this was going to be a daily occurrence if she couldn't find a way to communicate to the doctors in this hospital that she was actually an adult and not a newborn. "Anata wa anata no basho o rikai shi hajimete imasu." The nurse remarked as she saw Caroline renew her cries. Through tear stained eyes Caroline watched the nurse deposit the wipes into her soiled diaper and ball it up. The Little Geneticist assumed that the nurse was just throwing away the dirty diaper when the giant's hand disappeared under the table only to reappear holding what looked like a thermometer. Caroline's eyes went wide when she realized that the young woman was going to insert the tip of the thermometer into her ass! She tried to break loose of the Amazon's grip, but her legs were practically useless. More unknown gibberish came from the nurse as Caroline felt the giant gently push the tip of the thermometer into her asshole. A loud scream filled the air as Caroline felt the whole length of the glass rod fill her completely. "Tak id out! Tak it out!" Caroline whined through teary eyes. "Anata no tōsō wa kawaīdesu." Her squirming seemed to amuse the nurse who patiently held her legs up in the air while holding the thermometer in her ass. It seemed like an eternity but the invasive medical instrument was finally pulled from her bottom. "Akachan wa kenkōdesu." Caroline heard the nurse comment as she read the thermometer. A new diaper was laid underneath her bottom as a light dusting of powder followed. More soft spoken words were said in that unknown language that Caroline couldn't understand, but this time she didn't need to understand what the nurse was saying; the scent of talcum powder told her everything she needed to know. The white powder was carefully sprinkled all over her bottom, hairless crotch and tummy before a thick disposable diaper was pulled over her freshly cleaned crotch and retapped. It wasn't worth getting her temperature taken in such a barbaric way, but at least she was clean and finally covered up. Caroline laid there in relative peace, waiting for the nurse to take her back to her incubator as the Amazon dusted off her hands. However, her expectations were quickly crushed when the nurse lifted her up and carried her over to a strange looking device that looked like a it was a cafeteria tray balancing on rectangular mount. Upon being laid out on the plastic tray, Caroline felt her body begin to sink down with the device until it settled into place. The nurse muttered something to herself, punching on the keys that Caroline was unable to see from her position. "Wat ish dis ting?" Caroline could only wonder as the nurse documented the information. She scooped up her freshly diapered charge off of the baby scale and carried her past row after row of incubators until she came to Caroline's open unit. The sight of the open glass pod and extraordinarily comfortable mattress made Caroline feel happier than she had felt in days. After such a horrible diaper change, she just wanted to be left alone with her thoughts. However, her desire for solitude came with a price. The nurse holding her was handed a large baby bottle from one of her colleagues who stopped to exchange pleasantries in that strange language. With a sigh, Caroline accepted the large nipple when the nurse put it up to her lips. She knew what she had to do to get the nurse to go away so she started sucking down the grimy, powdery baby formula. The nurse cooed, holding Caroline close to her bosom as she resumed talking to her coworker. Despite the language barrier, Caroline knew when she was being praised. There was just something universal about doing a good job that seemed to transcend the boundaries that existed between the various cultures of the world. However, she didn't want to praised for sucking on a bottle like an oversized infant; she wanted these two women to leave her alone! The nurse obviously wasn't a mind reader because she held Caroline in that position, nestled against her boob as she held the bottle into the poor Little's mouth while the two medical professionals babbled about things that were beyond Caroline's understanding. This made the Little Geneticist feel even more infantile than being bottle fed; she was literally unable to know what the women taking care of her were saying! Caroline glanced up at the bottle occasionally as her eyes started to droop from a mixture of exhaustion and medication. She could see that she was almost done with her milk, but she didn't feel confident that she would be awake for very long after finishing it. Unbeknownst to Caroline, she passed out in the nurse's arms with roughly a little less than a quarter left in her bottle. To Be Continued... If you can't wait for the next publicly posted update then why not pledge to my Patreon so you can read the entire story? 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If Tali keeps digging she'll probably end up in a giant bassinet and a pram instead of a crib and stroller... I wonder what is going to happen next.

I love the foreshadowing and the fact that we got another Amelia chapter. It makes sense that she would assume that the fortune has to do with a future operation instead of the [Witch]'s dimension seeping into their own and unleashing horrors up on them that no amount of Amazonian torture could ever hope to match. Nicely done. I really enjoy reading this story!

Chloe is navigating things rather way, but it seems like Mia may get what she wants if she's shrewd and offers Victoria a deal. A sort of "help me get Chloe and I'll help you get Claire sort of thing." The reason why I've come to this conclusion is because Victoria has had her eyes on Claire almost as long as Aisha. That said, we cannot forget that Aisha is Claire's self proclaimed "mommy" and would act like a "body guard" (for lack of a better phrase) if Victoria acted on her desires. Mia can't restrain herself, but Victoria can and has done so which is one of the many aspects that makes this story so good.

Thank you so very much for your kind words. I strive to create the most unique stories when I can do so and it's an honor to be in your list of top ten stories. I've been contacted by the original commissioner who actually paid me and he's considering getting a sequel but sadly it won't follow Lindsey or Gwen. Sorry for taking so long to respond to your comment I don't know how I missed your comment, but I sincerely apologize. I toyed around with potentially having the text be a warning to Lindsey, but I couldn't quite figure out how to have it fit in without ruining the original twist in the beginning so I left it vague and unknown on purpose.

That's good to hear. I cannot wait to read what you've been writing!

This story has caught my attention and I really like the way you've set things up; it feels like a natural Diaper Dimension story. Nicely done!

I'm rather pleased to see Beth return and the way she explained her own second birth was practically perfect. It's basically a combination of drugs and an Amazon's own internal biology which allows the Little to be born again as either an Amazon, imbetweener or a Little once more. I came up with the idea that the Amazons in Honsho didn't have control of it during the more primitive times before Dr. Devereux developed the pharmaceutical regiment which gave her fellow Amazons the ability to decide how their babies would develop invitro. The fact that you made Beth an imbetweener is just so good. Thank you for using the concept!

Drugs and heavy conditioning through reward based treatment. The human body craves certain things and can become heavily dependent upon receiving stimulation. If you drugged someone and rewarded them with food or orgasm repeatedly, they will eventually do whatever behavior earned them their reward. I forget the name of the story, but I recently read it on here where a woman woke up in a frozen room and slowly was conditioned to piss her diapers and poop them to be rewarded with warmth.

Modern music is very hard for me to get into but thankfully we are writing about diapers not whatever flash in the pan pop song is hot in the clubs these days. That being said, I'll always be able to write a good Goth character since I love black metal and goth rock. Oh, and I don't care what the kids say; bonnets are the quintessential garment after diapers in this fetish. So, yeah, my advice to you is not to worry about being hip; if your story is good enough it will transcend yhe barriers between the zoomers and the future Alpha/Omega readers who will read our smut in ten or fifteen years from now.

You're right. She's at such a stage now where the Anazons would never expect her to even be able to talk. We'll see if she will be able to communicate with anyone after such a long time in Dr. Devereux's womb. Born in a foreign land looking identical to an Amazon newborn save for the fact she still has her hair... this will be interesting to see what happens next. Here's a really long chapter for you all to enjoy since I've been busy lately. Please share your thoughts on Caroline's current predicament and let me know if you're still enjoying the story! ------ Caroline awoke to the sounds of babies wailing all around which pulled her out of the terrible dream she was having. In her dream she had been consumed by darkness and was trying to escape from the inside of that demented Amazonian doctor. After an eternity of kicking only to succumb to sleep, the struggle finally ended when the crazy bitch pushed her out of her body like she was a baby. The whole thing literally made no sense and, to add insult to injury, she vividly recalled the doctors in her dream had even diapered her just like any other newborn! However, when Caroline tried to stretch while yawning, she immediately realized that she couldn't move her arms and legs past the blanket that covered her! She couldn't open her eyes and scrunched up her face as she stained her body just to try and lift her arms and found that she could barely move them. Nothing seemed to work; her arms and legs laid there lifelessly after she stopped focusing on her limbs. Even her head felt heavy on her neck. She clenched her fists in anger and tried to open her eyes as she did her best to wriggle her way out of whatever she was trapped in. At first, It felt like her limbs were useless, but the more she used her muscles and struggled to move her arms and legs, the more they started to respond to her commands. It was true that she felt incredibly weak, like she had been unable to move for a very long time, but it didn't help her that something was wrapped around her body, tightly pinning her arms and legs in place while something thick cradled her bottom and crotch. She thrashed around against the soft surface, making the strange bulk wrapped around her waist release a muffled crinkle as she finally forced her eyes open. The light was incredibly bright on her eyes and she could barely see much of anything, but she could tell that something was separating her from the rest of the room. It looked like it was some sort of barrier made of thick plastic and it ran past her head and down the length of her body like some sort of pod. Even with how hazy things were in the room, Caroline noticed that the strange structure she was laying in had holes built into each side of the clear box. 'Wait a minute, those holes!' Suddenly, Caroline realized what she was laying in; it was a neonatal intensive care unit! That meant that her crazy nightmare had actually happened! She literally clawed her way out of Dr. Devereux's body and was then diapered and swaddled like she was a newborn baby! The redhead writhed on the incubator's mattress, trying to release herself from the cocoon of fabric that some nurse must've wrapped her in when she was asleep. Still, no matter how much her epiphany fueled her desperation to break free, the fabric wouldn't budge. After valiantly trying to escape from the swaddling blanket for about ten minutes Caroline gave up and laid there inside of the humid enclosure of her incubator staring up at the ceiling. She felt so weak as a warm trickle of sweat dripped down from underneath her arms and trickled past both sides of her breasts. 'How could they mistake me for a newborn?!' Caroline wondered as she laid there. 'I mean, they might treat Littles like babies, but it can't be a common occurrence for a full grown Little to come out of an Amazon in a hospital. Do they really think I'm a newborn? I have breasts for crying out loud!' Speaking of crying, her neighbors were still bawling their brains out. The Little Geneticist blinked her eyes, trying to get them to focus so she could at least get a look at what the hell was going on outside of her incubator. As she tried to focus her cloudy eyes she spotted an incubator next to her own and began to wonder if it was possible that this was all an elaborate hoax perpetrated by Dr. Devereux and her staff. After all, she wouldn't be surprised if Dr. Devereux had manipulated her memories through drugs or even hypnotic suggestions. After all, the last thing she remembered was drinking the shot glass of drugged wine before everything went dark and then that crazy foreign woman shoved her up into Dr. Devereux's pussy face first. Maybe that was a byproduct of the drugged wine? Strange and impossible hallucinations? Maybe she never was inside of Dr. Devereux's womb at all. Was it possible that the deranged doctor had simply programmed her to believe that she was inside of the giant's womb when she was actually stored inside some sort of sensory deprivation tank for the past few days? The more Caroline thought about it, the less far fetched it all seemed. If it was all faked then the notion of the giant woman putting her in some kind of maternity ward full of other diapered Littles made a lot more sense than her being born in a regular hospital where trained doctors and nurses had mistaken her for a newborn baby. Even if she was in some kind of faux maternity ward, that didn't change the fact that she was trapped here. Thoughts of her friends and family came to the front of her mind as she laid in the enclosed infantile container. Caroline knew that they would look for her, but what would happen once they found her? It's not like they could rescue her once they discovered her fate. This simple yet depressing fact made her slowly start to sob. Thoughts of her job, her research, and all the good she had done in this world being cut short by that crazy woman made her chest tremble as her already blurry eyes filled with tears. A shrill wail escaped from her mouth as she genuinely started crying. Everything had been taken away from her! She would never make a difference! The only thing she had left were her thoughts and they kept fueling her sorrow. She bitterly wished she had just fought a little harder against Matilda before everything went black. Maybe if she had refused to talk with her and stayed with Zsófia things would have been different. Or she could have simply refused to leave her lab and journey to the mainland! The only thing worse than losing her mind thinking about all the ways she would have avoided this fate was- whatever the hell this was! She was no longer an adult or a respected doctor! She was now just another baby and, to make matters worse, the cries of sadness coming from her mouth practically matched the cries coming from around her incubator. "Ā, kono kawaī akachan o mitekudasai!" Caroline was startled by the sound of someone talking above her in an unknown language. She gazed up at the giant woman through tear stained eyes as the Amazon punched in a code for the lid of her incubator to slide open. She could see that the woman was dressed all in white as the plastic lid finally left her field of view. It was nice to see things a bit more clearly, but that didn't change the fact that she was literally looking up at an Amazon who seemed to be grabbing something out of her pocket. Caroline was forced to lay there as the giantess leaned forward and started to wipe the gunk from Caroline's eyes and face. The diapered geneticist closed her eyes and tried to turn her head away from the nurse who was wiping away all the tears and snot that covered her face, but she was too weak. A hot blush spread across Caroline's face as the woman started cooing nonsensical gibberish to her as she cleaned her face. The former Geneticist hated her body for blushing like that; showing the woman that she was embarrassed was literally like throwing gas on a fire. She was still an adult and it was humiliating for a woman of her academic stature to be treated like this, but she couldn't encourage this woman by showing weakness! "I doo nod bewong hew!" Caroline whined, internally cringing at the voice that came from her throat. "Chīsana akachan ga kawaī oto o tateru toki, watashi wa sore ga daisukidesu." The Amazonian nurse grinned. Caroline gawked at the nurse for a moment, knowing that the giant woman was speaking some kind of foreign language. Ever since she left the safety of her island nation, she feared that she would be adopted, but never had the thought crossed her mind that she wouldn't be able to communicate with whoever adopted her. In fact, it never even crossed her mind since most of the nations of Europa, including Pannonia, all spoke the standard Albion dialect. Every client she had done business with through digital conversations all had spoken Albion much like her island. The only thing that made things worse was how it had taken every ounce of her strength to utter that unintelligible gibberish which had fallen on deaf ears since the damn nurse didn't even speak Albion! As she laid there, Caroline realized that her voice was so weak that even she would've had trouble figuring out what she had said if she wasn't the person who had said it. "Watashi no akachan wa nodo ga kawaite imasu ka?" The giant nurse asked in a gentle voice. "Watashi no akachan wa miruku ga hoshīdesu ka?" The Little Geneticist shook her head as fast as her uncoordinated body would allow which wasn't very fast at all. She wasn't sure what the woman was saying, but she didn't want to find out. As she shook her head, it felt like she was still overcoming the effects of being drugged. She had originally assumed the blanket was restricting her range of motion of her arms and legs, which had made sense when she was trying to move her limbs, but her head was free of any and all obstructions. It just felt like her muscles in her neck were responding very slowly and did not want to work. If the theory she had come up with was true then it might've been the side effects of a powerful sedative that someone had injected her with when she was being held in the sensory deprivation tank. However, each word the nurse uttered forced Caroline to come to terms with the possibility that she wasn't in the lab. The Pannonian she had heard spoken randomly in the airport sounded nothing like the language she was hearing right now. "Upseh daiseh." The giant woman cooed at her in broken Alboin while scooping up the swaddled geneticist. As Caroline was lifted up from her incubator, she finally got a decent view of the maternity ward and she was shocked by what she saw: There were at least a dozen or more incubators laid out in two rows and all of them were occupied by legitimate newborn Amazon babies! She didn't see anyone else who vaguely resembled a full grown female or male Little inside the incubators, but it was possible that the Amazons could have performed cosmetic surgery to make the Littles look like newborns. The Little geneticist had heard of such cosmetic atrocities from one of her own clients who was so desperate to have a baby that they mentioned doing that to a Little if they couldn't get pregnant. Still, that didn't make any sense since every baby in the room legitimately looked like they were only hours old. It would've taken far too much time and effort to alter everyone present just to fuck with her perception and appease Matilda. Caroline paid close attention to the incubator that was closest to hers as she laid against the crook of the nurse's arm. Right in front of her was a newborn getting a diaper change. The baby wore only a diaper, which was being pulled open as the boy's legs idly twitched and kicked in the air as if they were acting on their own. The nurse tending to the boy talked in that same strange language as she untaped the diaper. Caroline couldn't explain what she was seeing no matter how hard she tried. The baby looked like he was just born and no amount of Amazonian surgery could imitate a baby's body language, his twitching, randomly kicking legs looked completely natural. As the bottle entered her dry mouth, she found herself forced to accept the rubber nipple as her thoughts were pushed to the back of her mind. Her mouth slowly suckled on the bottle, subconsciously working its way into a steady rhythm as she tried to hide her blush. Her throat was sore from crying and her mouth was dry, if it wasn't such a chalky liquid, and so humiliating to her ego, she would've been grateful for the drink. As the minutes slowly ticked by, the nurse started singing some sort of song to her while slightly rocking her. Caroline found her mind drifting away from her current humiliation and back to the overall picture of her situation as she had a cruel epiphany; this was really happening to her. This wasn't some massive maternity ward cooked up to trick the Pannonian government into buying Matilda's crazy scheme of creating Amazons from Littles; this was the real thing! Things started to fall into place when Caroline threw away any notion of this being faked. It made more sense that she was the only adult who was wearing a diaper in the room. Yeah, she was a Little, but Littles don't end up in maternity wards with Amazon babies! They end up in orphanages or state run adoption agencies. If the experiment was a success then shouldn't they both be leaving the hospital? What happened to the deal Matilda and her made? Why was she in the arms of a nurse who didn't even look like she was from any part of Europa? Why was she being bottle fed?! "Bleeghh" Caroline whined, "I nod supposed ta beh hewe! This sloppy declaration caused the formula to spill from her mouth as she clumsily tried to push the bottle away with her hands. "Urusaku naranaide kudasai, anata wa anata no miruku ga hitsuyōdesu." The nurse shushed her and pressed the nipple of the bottle to Caroline's lips, this time applying a bit of pressure. Overpowered by the nurse, Caroline was forced to accept the giant teat once more and lay there in the woman's arms. All this did was give her time to think and dwell on the fact that Matilda was her only hope in this strange and foreign land. Caroline shuddered at the increasingly real possibility that she would most likely end up in an orphanage and adopted by some couple to be their baby if Matilda decided that she had proved her theory and wanted nothing more to do with her. Then, there was also the absurd, but very real chance that the nurses and doctors could simply say she was an Amazon baby born from an Amazon and put her up for adoption which would mean reliving her entire childhood all over again. 'Oh, God. What if I end up retaking all of elementary school and high school all over again!' The very thought made Caroline feel sick to her stomach. An accomplished adult with multiple doctorates having to learn multiplication and division in third grade again, when she would be in her thirties, was almost a fate worse than being someone's baby forever. Not wanting to think of such a horrible fate, Caroline peered around the giant bottle being held up to her mouth and resumed watching the nurse interact with the baby in the incubator. It seemed that the nurse was busy taking the boy's measurement with a rather high tech device. What surprised Caroline the most was the fact that the boy looked like he was about four feet tall given his size compared to her own. Even now, as her own nurse was bottle feeding her, she was astonished that an Amazon could be so small and yet almost be as tall as her mere hours after being born. She was over five feet tall and this newly born infant would've been almost as tall as her if he was able to stand up. Caroline also realized that this would be the only time in her life that she would ever be taller than an Amazon. Sadly, they didn't measure height here; It was all length and weight, but she had other things to worry about than being measured by tape and weighed on a baby scale. Swaddled and pinned against the Amazon nurse's bosom, Caroline was forced to drink her baby bottle of formula until she started sucking up air. As the empty bottle was pulled away from her mouth, Caroline was able to focus on something other than her lips working on the oversized nipple of the bottle. The first thing she noticed was how incredibly bloated her belly felt. It was a good thing that she could barely move her body because every slight movement the nurse made seemed to jostle her full stomach amplify the pain she felt. She groaned and looked up at the woman with pleading eyes. Even though neither woman was able to comprehend the other, the nurse seemed to know exactly what was troubling the small woman. Slowly, the nurse lowered her back onto the mattress of the incubator and removed the swaddling, freeing Caroline from the cocoon of soft cotton blankets. However, her freedom was short lived as the nurse quickly lifted her back into the air until she was draped over the nurse's shoulder. Caroline could feel the much larger woman's hand cupping her thickly diapered bottom as she looked around from her new vantage point, straining her neck to truly take in everything she could see. The room wasn't exactly huge, but if she was to get onto the tiled floor, maybe she could escape. It would take a few minutes to walk from one end to the other and probably three times that amount of time to crawl since she doubted she could even walk in her current condition, but at least it was an option. An unexpected, but gentle hand started patting her on the back, interrupting the Little woman's plotting. Caroline suddenly realized that she was being burped! She didn't know what to do when the gentle patting created an odd pressure in her stomach. Much to her surprise, she felt the pressure begin to rapidly rise up her body until it was threatening to erupt from her throat. It reminded her of one of the few parties she had attended at university which ended in her throwing up all over one of the cute guys in attendance. The memory was fuzzy, but her body's reaction to being burped felt very familiar. Caroline instinctively clenched her mouth shut, trying to stop herself from puking all over the floor which caused her cheeks to puff outwards like a blowfish. Despite being able to stop the biological geyser trying to erupt from her mouth, the nurse hadn't stopped patting her back. A new bubble was forming in her gut which couldn't be contained or suppressed much to the small woman's dismay. Her body acted on it's own as Caroline's mouth opened to release the gas in the form of a burp, causing the warm fluid sitting in her mouth to release, spilling onto the giant woman's shoulder. Caroline's eyes went wide when she noticed the white liquid that was now covering the giant's uniform. If that wasn't bad enough, she could feel some of the projectile vomit on her chin as the taste of rotten milk lingered in her mouth. "Shiawasena supittā!" The nurse announced in a rather cute voice. Caroline didn't know what the woman had said, but she found herself being moved away from her shoulder until she laid in the crook of the giant's arm. Her face grew flush when the nurse started cooing at her as she brought a washcloth to her face and began wiping away the milky spit up which was all over her chin. She was treated no differently than any of the others in the maternity ward and had to endure having the puke that had just came from her stress riddled stomach cleaned off of her face like she was just another fussy infant. Once the rag was pulled away, Caroline looked up at the nurse who had just cleaned her face. The woman simply smiled down at her. "Anata ga yasumu jikandesu." Not knowing what was said, Caroline found herself being lowered back down onto the soft material of the incubator. It was actually comforting when her body made contact with the memory foam of the mattress. The giant nurse then punched something into the keypad causing the roof of the incubator to retract over her body, sealing her into the giant plastic pod while simultaneously separating her from the giants and the crying babies. The cries were still present, and just as annoying as before, but the fact that the nurse had left her alone was refreshing; she was finally able to just lay there in peace. Even though she was still upset and angry about how things were going, the events that had transpired since she had awoken, coupled with the tumultuous room, had gotten the better of her. Caroline felt her eyelids droop as sleep claimed her once more. To Be Continued... 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Sorry for the delay. The last month hasn't been very good for me. Pleaee comment if you're still enjoying the story. -------- Roughly ten minutes ago, Caroline Miller found herself forcibly awakened from her deep slumber by the walls of the womb seemingly closing in on her. Equal parts startled and annoyed, Caroline kicked at Dr. Devereux's insides, hoping to piss the bitch off before she fell back to sleep, but something truly unexpected happened; the thing she kicked had ruptured causing all of the fluid to suddenly drain out of the womb. It was a shocking and ground shaking development which literally left Caroline stunned. The drowsiness, darkness and the feeling of the amniotic fluid were all she had known since she agreed to go along with Dr. Devereux's crazy experiment, but now things were rapidly changing. After finally doing some damage to the horrible giant Caroline wanted to savor her small victory, but the shifting walls of the womb denied her even a second to celebrate. She didn't even have time to think as her body was forced into a confined, constricting passage. An all consuming panic gripped Caroline just like the massive muscles that were guiding her squirming body further away from the womb that she had called "home" for the past nine months. She feared that she would be smothered to death or even crushed by the pressure coming from the pelvic walls which enveloped her body. It seemed like each and every contraction was threatening to squeeze the life out of her whenever they occured. Just then, another contraction was choking her entire being, making her clench her eyes shut and lean her head back in agony as a pained scream escaped from her throat. Caroline could feel the muscles ushering her body further down the wet tube before they retracted slightly, relinquishing her body from their death grip. She opened her closed eyes after the latest contraction passed and was immediately blinded by the brightest light she had ever seen. 'What a minute. There's light!' Caroline was absolutely ecstatic as she realized that she was only a few feet away from freedom! She wriggled her body with every ounce of strength she could muster, trying to move herself closer to the exit. With every inch gained she swore she could hear voices as literally clawed her way out of Matilda's birth canal. She finally pushed her head out from the tunnel of tight muscles and the voices got louder. "It's a girl!" An unknown voice announced. Caroline felt her lower body get squeezed one final time before she was literally pushed out of Matilda's birth canal. It felt so alien to her to feel the cold caress of air on her wet arms and legs. She tried to blindly move her limbs in an effort to sit up when an unknown figure scooped her up from the bedding. The newly born woman wanted to open her eyes and see who was handling her, but the light was so bright it practically blinded her as she struggled to communicate. Her throat felt so sore and seemed not to work properly, she could barely make gurgling sounds. "Apply the clamps!" A manly voice ordered. Caroline wondered what the hell he meant by that when she felt a rather odd pinching sensation a few inches away from her body. The pain seemed to stop at her stomach until a much more powerful pain overwhelmed her body. She realized that someone was cutting into her when she heard the sound of scissors snipping away at her umbilical cord. Everything felt so strange, her lungs demanded that she breathe as she felt her whole body's orientation change as the unseen man held her up in the air by her ankles. Caroline knew that she was hanging upside down, but couldn't understand why. Suddenly, a swift hand slapped against her wet ass, causing Caroline to utter an incredibly ear piercing shriek. Her screams quickly turned into sobs as the pain radiating from her backside consumed her; it hurt worse than the muscles that almost crushed her! "Good, the baby can breathe on her own just fine." The mystery man said, handing Caroline off to another set of hands. Her chest heaved as tears trickled down her puffy cheeks, falling onto her small breasts. Caroline was so consumed by pain that she didn't even realize that the nurses were cleaning her body. They worked slowly and were much more gentle than the doctor as they cleaned the wriggling newborn woman with soft towels. "Have you decided on a name yet for your little girl?" Caroline heard a female voice ask as her sobs gradually died down. "Caroline." Came the labored response from a familiar voice. "Caroline Devereux." The woman confirmed, writing the name down for the birth certificate that would be printed out. Caroline felt her facial muscles contorting into a scowl as the blurry figure holding her lowered her down onto something soft that crinkled under the weight of her bottom. It was bad enough that Dr. Devereux was acting like she was a real baby, but the feeling of the unfolded diaper cushioning her ass made her cringe. She had never even considered that she would ever make it out of the womb alive and feeling the diaper getting taped across her hips was enough to piss her off. She tried to communicate, to explain to the woman diapering her that this was all a big misunderstanding, but the words never came. Once she was properly diapered, the nurse hoisted her into the air and lowered her back down onto something even thicker than a newborn pamper. The Little geneticist had no way of knowing that she was laid down in the middle of a soft blanket that had been folded into a triangle. Almost immediately after being laid on the blanket she felt the nurse adjust her right arm, positioning it alongside her body at a slightly bent angle. She didn't know what this woman was doing as she felt the blanket being pulled tight across her chest, pinning her right arm under the fabric. The nurse then proceeded to tuck the edge of the blanket underneath her body, leaving her left arm free. In all honesty, it didn't make any sense to Caroline; she was a grown woman that was being wrapped up in a blanket like she was a gift meant for someone's birthday. "Wazzu?" "Awww, baby needs her binky." The nurse cooed, pulling out a white pacifier with a cute cartoon on the front of the shield. Before Caroline could gurgle anymore words, the nurse pushed the bulb of the pacifier into the newly born woman's mouth and held it in place until the Little's rooting reflex took over. The small woman's face turned pink as she started suckling on the soother. A smile spread across the nurse's face before she resumed swaddling the Little. Caroline was so distracted by the pacifier she was sucking on that she barely noticed the nurse pulling the bottom of the blanket over her feet. She finally came to her senses as the giant woman finished tucking the thick material into the already folded section just below her chin effectively cocooning the Fertility specialist into the blanket like she was just another baby. Caroline wanted to be pissed off, she wanted to scream and fight back, but the warmth and comfort the swaddling blanket provided her made her feel safe and secure. It was almost like being back in the womb. "Can I see my baby now?" A slightly winded voice asked from across the room. ""Of course." The nurse replied. "It's probably best that you start breastfeeding her immediately." Caroline felt sick to her stomach as her entire body was scooped up by the woman who had swaddled her. The perfume radiating from her scrubs told Caroline as much, but it was also her eyes that helped confirm her earlier suspicions; she was in a delivery room surrounded by Amazons in blue scrubs. As her eyes focused on her surroundings, she suddenly realized that it was finally over! She had been born and had finished her part of the deal; she had completed her part in Dr. Devereux's crazy experiment! "I don't feel like breastfeeding her right now." Caroline heard Dr. Devereux reply as her body was lowered onto the recovering giant. A smile spread across Caroline's face as she absentmindedly sucked on the pacifier. Dr. Devereux wasn't going to breastfeed her; She was going to hold up her end of the deal! Not only had Caroline helped make history, but she wasn't going to be treated like every Little who had been adopted. This thought alone filled Caroline with happiness as she drifted off to sleep on her new mother's chest. Matilda Devereux instantly wrapped her hands around her baby, not wanting to let her go. She looked on at the doctors and nurses surrounding her with a look of unbridled pride plastered on her face. It was the look of a woman who had everything she had ever wanted; a promising breakthrough that would help Amazons across the world and her rival was reduced to wearing a thick diaper. To Be Continued... Caroline has been born again, but what happens next? Comment below! Also, if you can't wait for the next update then consider pledging to my Patreon to read the whole story right now. It's only $5 dollars to read what took a year to write which is less than the cost of a single gallon of gas! Why not spoil yourself with a membership to my Patreon? https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213